Only, and far flung God, Bursting upon the scene of Time To start the clock By uncreated might, And usher forth Your manifold good will, In the splendor of creation, Look on me, In my becoming. In this, the only now I know, This precious fleeting instant, Reveal Yourself evermore.

You entered Time That Man might enter Heaven. You, Who are Eternal Being, Let me contemplate Thee Wrapped in swaddling clothes, Nursing at the Virgin’s breast, Growing as men grow, Yet knowing the Father Creator As only Son.

I see Thee arrayed, Transfigured in the Light, Even as You are stretched Between Heaven and Earth On Your Holy Cross, Becoming Sin, And dying in my stead. Lifted above the earth in Your divinity, Higher than the mountains, Yet pervading depth and breathe, To shake and shape The cursed land and Man anew, In elegant Revelation of Mystery, Rising from the dead, To live in universal blessedness, Across all time and space, Known but by grace.